With such strength and speed, Zion pulled away from me, grabbing both my hands and holding them behind his head with just one of his. When he pried my grasp from his hair, I let out a whimper and a cry, but he just clicked his tongue in disapproval, untying the scarf from my wrists.

"Selfish little wolf, always caring about her own release," he scolded.

His hand remained entangled in the back of my hair, but he slowly undid the scarf, letting it fall away from my eyes. I blinked ...